Джеймс Блатч - The Final Flight

JR nodded. “OK. But you live in the middle of a married quarter patch, surrounded by TFU officers. Won’t they see you?”

“I hadn’t really thought of that.”

“And the main gate? Lots of eyes as the cars crawl through at that time in the morning.”

Rob sagged in his seat. “As I say, I hadn’t really thought it through.”

JR drummed his fingers on his thigh for a moment before sitting up. “We can do this. How about I pick you up? You drive that red Healey don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Far too conspicuous. Nestle into the passenger seat of my old banger. I’ll come and get you. Let’s choose somewhere you can walk to, away from the patch. How about that shop on Church Street? Do you know it?”

“The newsagents? Yes.”

“I’ll scoop you up, drive you onto the station and around to 206. Your Healey can stay in front of your house. It’s not perfect, but it’s better.”

“Thank you, JR. You really are a different breed across that side of the airfield.”

“Chap, when you’ve delivered thousand pounders to a heavily defended Berlin a dozen times, the odd clandestine trip around here doesn’t seem so bad.”

Rob stood up and held out a hand. “I don’t know what to say.”

“I’m looking forward to it. Nice for an old warhorse to be on operations again.”

AS ROB SWITCHED off the car lights in the driveway, he noticed a vehicle parked across the road with a man sat at the wheel.

He stared in his wing mirror but couldn’t make out any features; just the outline of a figure.

As he locked the Healey, a terrible thought occurred.

He was being watched.

Had they followed him everywhere?

Or was this man with Susie? Protecting her? Monitoring him?

He stood by his car, unsure what to do.

If it was West Porton security, he was done for, surely?

“Bugger this.”

He marched across the road.

As he approached the car, the man turned toward him and looked alarmed.

He wound down the window.

“Can I help you?” Rob said.

The man stared, mouth open, apparently at a loss.

“Who are you?” Rob said.

“I’m Derek Laverstock. We met at church a few times. My wife knows your wife.”

“What are you doing here, Mr Laverstock? Are you watching me?”

Laverstock shifted in his seat.

“I think you need to speak to your wife.”

Rob looked back at the house and then back to Laverstock. “What’s going on?”

“Just speak to Mary, Mr May.”

Rob slowly turned and walked back to their married quarter.

He found Mary exactly where he’d left her, on the sofa.

“What’s going on, Mary? Why is a man called Derek Laverstock outside watching us?”

Mary stared at him for a moment and then said, “What’s her name?”

“Whose name?”

Mary’s face creased up into tears. She dabbed her eyes with a tissue.

Rob took a seat opposite her in the armchair.

“Oh, Mary. No. It’s not what you think—”

“Really? You lied to me, Rob. You lied tonight, didn’t you? I called the mess. There was no meeting to plan the wake.”

“No, there wasn’t. But it’s not what it looks like.”

“You lied on Tuesday night as well, didn’t you? You weren’t at the mess then. You stood in our kitchen and looked me in the eye and you lied. You lied to me.”

Her voice trembled.

He stood up.

“Keep away from me.”

“Mary, you’ve got it wrong—”

“No, Rob, I haven’t.” Her voice settled. Now she sounded steady, defiant. “They saw you. You’ve been caught. Janet and Derek from church saw you last week in a pub with her. Just the two of you. Janet thought it might be innocent, but she saw you kissing.” She began to sob. “For Christ’s sake, Rob. Just down the road from us, for everyone to see? And just when… just when I thought you were back. Back in our relationship. But you’ve betrayed me in the worst possible way.”

“No, Mary, no. That’s not right. It’s not what you think.”

As he stepped back from her, he noticed a suitcase by the front door.

“For Christ’s sake, Mary, you’re not going to leave, are you? You haven’t even heard what I’ve got to say. She isn’t a lover. She’s helping me. The kiss was a cover. It’s how she operates.”

Mary stood up and snorted her contempt.

“Helping you? With what?”

“The box. She stole it.”

“It’s her? The CND woman? Bloody hell Rob, have you lost your mind?”

“She’s not CND. She’s working against them. She’s helping me now. She works for…” He hesitated. If Mary was determined to leave, what if she told the Laverstocks? What if they told someone else and it got back to Kilton?

“I’m waiting, Rob.”

“Look, I can’t say too much and you mustn’t say anything to anyone. But Mary, please trust me. Please.”

Mary glared at him. “How old is she? Twenty? You expect me to believe a bloody twenty-year-old girl is somehow helping you? And by the way, you don’t tell me anything anyway, Rob. Not one thing and now…” She sobbed harder. “And now you’re telling this twenty-year-old everything?”

Rob knelt down in front of her. “I don’t know what to say, Mary. I know it looks bad, and I can see how that’s hurt you. But please believe me. I haven’t told you to protect you—”

She stared at him. “I’m hurt, Rob. You’ve betrayed me. But even before this, I was unhappy. I don’t suppose you noticed, because you were never here, but things haven’t been right for a long time. I thought you’d changed after the crash, but all you’ve done is create another life that doesn’t involve me.”

She walked to the front door and placed a hand on the suitcase.

“It’s time to reap what you’ve sown, Rob. You had your chance to involve me, you chose someone else.”

“Mary, no. You’ve got this wrong. She’s helpful to me and I need help at the moment. It will be done this week, I promise, and then I’ll be back. I’ll never see Susie again, I promise.”

Mary’s face changed. The hand holding the suitcase was shaking.

“‘Susie’. How lovely. I hope you and that little slut will be very happy together. How could you, Rob? How could she? Does she know what she’s done?”

He moved toward her; she flinched and took a step back.

He was crying now. “Please don’t back away. I’m not going to hurt you. Don’t leave me. I love you, Mary.”

She opened the door. This time Rob held back.

“You know what hurts the most, Rob? That’s the first time you’ve told me you loved me in two months. Something happened to you when you joined this place. First you dumped Millie and now you’ve dumped me.”

“That’s not fair. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I don’t know anything, remember? Perhaps I should ask Susie what my husband’s thinking.”

Before he could respond, Mary disappeared into the night. He watched through the small window next to the front door as she walked to Laverstock’s car. She pushed her suitcase onto the back seat and climbed into the front passenger side and held her head in her hands.

As he pulled away, Laverstock glanced back towards him.

“You’re planning what?” Roger asked.

“It’s the best way,” said Susie. “He retraces Milford’s steps. There’s a limited number of places he could have got to from an aeroplane on the Tarmac at Abingdon.”

“This is irregular. You’re supposed to be keeping it low-key. You know they’re jumpy about this. I can’t see them going for it.”

“Well, your job is to persuade them, Roger. There’s something rotten here. Milford got the evidence before he was killed. We just need to identify who he was working with and the whole thing’s blown open.”